Thursday, November 27, 2014

Fate gave me an omni cycle, an infernal machine which you pedal with your arms or legs. It has different resistance settings, andone can vary duration.This torture device let's you work on cardio and build up strength. Using it hurts.Hurts, I tell you.So try to mount and surmount it 5 times a week.

Florida Man. Who knew all of the exploits of ubiquitous Florida Man? Why, some of his more cringe worthy deeds may have gotten recounted here under my Stupid Crook News category, but this humble blogger never connected the dots and thought to reveal the existence of Florida Man.

The sheer magnitude and range of the exploits of Florida Man boggle the mind. I bow down to his sidekick, the chronicler of all these wondrous feats.

Slackers! Put those gym shoes on and start running and do every ride, every park in Orlando, like these 2 young men: Shane Lindsey and Tom Tamburo.[They started at Toy Story Mania and ended with Seven Dwarfs Mine Train. In between, Shane Lindsay and Ted Tamburo conquered 44 other rides at Walt Disney World in a single day.Saturday was their second attempt at this challenge. Last year, they were foiled by inclement weather that closed two attractions late in the day. This year, the Toy Story ride at Disney's Hollywood Studios didn't open on time."We ended up an hour behind schedule from the very first ride," Lindsay said....They had to tweak the plan to make up the lost time "two minutes at a time," Tamburo said."It's a lot like running a marathon while trying to do a Sudoku puzzle … and then every now and then the numbers just get jumbled up on you," Lindsay said.] (emphasis added 'cause these guys crazy.)http://www.orlandosentinel.com/travel/attractions/the-daily-disney/os-every-disney-ride-update-20141113-story.html

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Mr Arnold Abbott, Ft Lauderdale, has become my new hero for feeding the homeless because many people do the same, but few face arrest and most cease and desist before incarceration.

Mr. Abbott, a World War 2 veteran, has fed homeless folks on the beach since 1991. An ordinance passed last month effectively prevents Mr. Abbott from doing so, and the city has cited him three times since the ordinance passed. Presumably, he faces arrest and jail time f he continues his campaign of civil disobedience.

Unlike the rest of us cowardly lions, Mr. Abbott says he will continue feeding hungry humans.

What do you want to bet those who passed the ordinance claim to follow Jesus as Christians. You just can't get elected if you worship Satan. Nevertheless, the words of Jesus as recorded in the Gospel of Matthew say, "35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in."

Homelessness has never numbered among my problems. It passes beyond my ken to think of living on the streets, especially as a mother with children. Those who passed the ordinance sweem to have forgotten the recent recession, the one where otherwise hardworking people faced foreclosure and lost their homes. It dosn't sound easy.

One who lived through losing the "American Dream" courageously relates her experience below. Please try to imagine yourself huddled with your children under a bridge on a cold winter night wondering where your next meal will come from. Imagine rising after fitful fighting for any scrap of sleep-hungry because every scrap of food you gleaned you gave to the kids who now cling to your legs--and meeting Mr. Arnold and getting all of you fed for what seems like the first time in weeks.

[It’s illegal to feed homeless people in public in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Earlier this week 90-year-old Arnold Abbott was arrested and now faces 60 days in jail for offering food to the homeless with his church. Ft. Lauderdale police should drop the charges against Mr. Abbott and repeal the law against feeding homeless people in public.

My children and I were homeless for 6 years. It wasn’t easy, but luckily I had the kindness of strangers to lend me a hand from time to time. They would buy me meals, give me hope, sometimes stop to see how I was and it showed me that I wasn’t alone and that although I was homeless, I wasn’t invisible. It was in large part because of them that I got off of the streets and can now proudly say I have a place to call my own, a husband and 5 beautiful children.

I remember my time on the street often. That's why I was so upset when I learned that not even a 30 minute drive from where I live, 90-year-old homeless advocate Arnold Abbott, along with two Christian ministers were arrested for violating a new Ft. Lauderdale ordinance that virtually bans public feeding of the homeless. Now Mr. Abbott and his companions each face 60 days in jail and a $500 fine! It's outrageous to think that someone’s kindness could land them in jail.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

This fortune must come from the opposite universe Star Trek episode: "You are never bitter, deceptive, or petty."

Laughed until my sides hurt as am often better bitter; it adds a world weary cynicism and gives an edge to my satire.

Deceptive? Hell, I start the day lying to myself and stand in good company: “Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast,”― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
My talent for deception extends to even believing contrary things, a particularly human trait often ending up in hypocrisy.

And petty? Bob (Dylan) and me both remember every detail of everyone who put me down, and damn, the number of details keep mounting. Why do I let those slights bother me? Screw the offenders; damn their eyes.

Having gone through series of seismic shifts in last last several seasons--not quite up to Job's level but substantial nonetheless: dialysis, paralysis (once more), UTI. SCI, pneumonia, Pseudomonas, sepsis, chest pains, no breath, near death, obstacles both severe and stupid, acid refracking reflux, crises of soul and spirit, angst, stagnation, over inflation, poverty, laxity, and just plain pissed off at God but love if not fully follow Jesus (Lord, just let me stand to put on pants)--it now seems best to drop back 10 and punt.

While digging my little plot of dirt and "Hurt," my overtly political posturing led local cat at hunger charity to demur from working with me, not even with a stinking simple interview. but like the Jack of Hearts I just want to do one good deed before I die.

Should that, could that prove so hard?

So seems should perhaps pursue my charity choices on another forum, or at least another blog, one focusing on hunger, social justice, and movement issues, a new start, a change of heart.

Since planning on patterning my path on Paladin--here written by Roddenberry--perhaps will try title of Paladin Fla. because want to focus on Florida, a great state, a diverse state, but will support issues with great import wherever justice demands, and we will let "justice roll on like a river."

Thursday, November 13, 2014

In addition to the admittedly American Engish as i'm wont to use, an unhappy accident led me to discover more types exist than vulgar. While checking out the Settings on my tablet, accidentally held it in my hand while gesturing at my TV braying election results at me and inadvertently changed language used to something most certainly not English.

Ofcourse, everyone knows we have English as spoken in Britain, sort of English English if you will. In addition and to the everlasting mortification of my mother, find myself qute accomplished at speaking in vulgar English.

Found--quite to my surprise--a total of 8 forms of English, including versions from Australia, New Zealand, and Australia.

Jeepers, Ms. Marple, guess an aspiring writer ought to investigate all forms of the language he endeavours to write.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Found by accident excerpt from a biography of Johnny Cash, including what led him to record cover version of song "Hurt" but also the video which so affected my life because of the raw emotion conveyed and the pain, pathos and ultimate triumph portrrayed because a man who faces his demons truly becomes "winning."

[But California was to again play a major part in his life. Cash was headlining the now-defunct Rhythm Café in Santa Ana on Feb. 27, 1993 — the day after his 61st birthday — when he was approached by Rick Rubin, a hugely successful rock and rap producer who felt Cash was still capable of great work. Three months later, they sat down in Rubin's home above the Sunset Strip and began work on a series of albums that would contain some of the most remarkable music of Cash's career. He would return to Los Angeles several times over the next decade to work with Rubin. The albums not only reestablished Cash's musical legacy, but extended it.